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“Interesting.” Nick narrowed his eyes onto the gift.“I’m not sure if this is the right game…” I said, garnering his attention.
“Let’s decide for ourselves. I’m ready to play.”
7
Elena
#7 His Reindeer Games are X-Rated
Nick carefully split the cards, steepled them, then shuffled them downwards. The pile in his hand fluttered into a perfectly stacked tower, which he divided into three distinct rows.
“You nervous at all?” I thumbed the open bottle of rum. “All things considered… this is a game meant more for couples.”
“It’s meant for two adults. And to answer your question, no, I’m not nervous… per se. There’s a fine line between nervousness and excitement. The latter is just positive, which I think more encompasses this moment.” Nick swiped at his forehead with the back of his hand. It was warm in here, and the glow of his face was soft and dewy. “I might be somewhere in between, actually.”
“Between nervous and excited?” I leaned against the mirrored wall. “What would you call it?”
“Uncertainty?” Nick pondered for a moment, settling on an answer. “Or maybe it’s not that I’m uncertain, but rather intrigued by the mystery of what it could show me—as in, I don’t know if this is good or bad, it’s just… a tad mysterious. And who doesn’t like that?”
If mystery was what Nick liked, then I was a little short of being anything but. Nearly an hour ago I admitted I thought he was cute. Now? We sat on the floor, sorting cards to a sex game I was in charge of rating. It was surreal, something between a dream and a nightmare, the horror of being stuck in a dark elevator, with the fantasy of being close to Nick. Maybe like him, I was both nervous and excited, unsure of how far it would go, or if I could ruin the good time we were having. How long could this last until I embarrassed myself again?
“Well, there’s no pressure with this. It’s just a game,” I shrugged.
Nick lowered his voice, his presence immediately calming. “It’ll be fun. Games are supposed to be fun.”
“Fun is good. I like fun,” I rambled, stealing his sentiment.
“Fun… were those antlers from earlier,” he teased, “and like you said, no pressure. At any point you want to stop, you tell me… I have plenty of fortune cookies that we can crack open and read out loud for kicks.”
I smiled, our back and forth a subtle excuse to defuse the tension the cards provoked. Each pile was a different intensity, color, and steam level for the dares and questions to come. “First base, second base, third?” I read the cards out loud. “Where’s the home run?”
“Guessing that comes after one of the opponents loses.” Nick motioned his palm in my direction, revealing the stacks that were ready to be played, “Ladies first.”
I sat up straight, hesitant on what to choose or what would occur. Obviously, I wanted to start simple, reaching for a first base card, my hand on the verge of shaking. Nick grinned from across the elevator as I flipped over a secret card and began to laugh.
“Oh, god.”
“Is it ridiculous?”
“No. Just a little silly. Ok, Nick… pick one, ‘Whipped Cream or Candle Wax?’” I playfully fanned the card towards my cheek, pursing my candy-apple red lips.
Nick brushed his jaw with the tips of his knuckles. “Whipped cream.”
“Why?”
“Do I need to explain?” he laughed.
“Yeah, why not?” I passed back the bottle.
“Cream… because it’s sweet… it’s lickable. You can place it on someone, or on each other, but removing it is the best part.”
“And where would you put it?” I asked boldly, consciously avoiding biting my lip.
“I’d put some above your navel… I’d lick it all the way up.” He stared right into my eyes. Did he say your navel, as in, mine? I swallowed, trying not to laugh again.
“You’d do that to me?”
“Isn’t that how we’re supposed to answer?”
